He was sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone.
“I spoke to Renee,” I said. “I’m going back on the fifteenth.”
He looked up sharply.
“You already decided?”
“Yes.”
“I thought we were still discussing it.”
“We did discuss it. I listened to you, and then I made a decision.”
His expression tightened.
“What about Sophie?”
“I’ve found a daycare near my office. Little Sprouts. They have space in the infant room.”
“You went to see it without me?”
“You were working.”
He stood up.
“Why are you suddenly making everything so difficult?”
I looked at him.
“Difficult for whom?”
He stopped.
For a long moment, neither of us spoke.
Then he said something revealing.
“If something ever happened between us, you’d probably want to stay home with Sophie anyway.”
I felt my stomach tighten.
“What do you mean, something happening between us?”
He looked startled.
